In you I sought the
steadiness of rock
and found
an ocean
instead.
~~~
So I clung to driftwood
and rode the waves,
eyes burning for the sight
of crust and spores;
My feet, like
drunken sailors
enjoying the air,
shifted lurchingly above
merry waltzing sands.
~~~
The
fish they tittered,
the
sparkles they winked,
and I held on, held on,
melted my meat,
gulped the terror,
blew back at the wind
with lopsided cheeks.
~~~
Then your wings,
gossamer like stone, earth, sky,
they closed around me
and I built
my castle
on a houseboat
that rocked my
crinkled notions
to sleep.
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